At first I figured we could all just diet and fast until payday and maybe Checkered and I could regain our youthful, svelte figures
So, clever homemaker that I am, I announced,
"What an exciting adventure this will be for the Flag family! Until the end of July, we shall be cupboard cooking. Our meals will generate with the ingredients currently living in our cupboards. Let's see how creative we can be!"
And clever we were for a meal or two. Then my creativity failed me, my picky eaters failed me and the weatherman failed me. We were quite bubbly from beans. We were not quite satisified from cereal night. And it was simply too hot to cook the mystery, label-less foods I found in the back of the cabinets.
So brainstorm of brainstroms, while talking to my sister, Red, one day I decreed that we would be eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner that night. It was fast, cool, and a guaranteed winner.
Dinner time arrived, and I was happily loading an entire loaf of whole wheat bread with peanut butter when the doorbell rang.
Who could it be?
To be continued...
HINT: It was NOT Red [who lives a mere 1800 miles from me:( ]